Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Peru and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Danielle Patucci to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Rites of Spring,
MDC,
H. Thieme,
Ohio Players,
New Age Steppers,
Malaria!,
Dennis Brown,
Reagan Youth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jacques Brel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cymande,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
June Days,
Hoover,
Nirvana,
Jawbox,
Bauhaus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Agitation Free,
The Standells,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Howard Jones,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mantronix,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gories,
John Lydon,
Livin' Joy,
JFA,
Cluster,
Ultravox,
Rapeman,
Flipper,
The Sonics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
EPMD,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Altered Images,
John Foxx,
Dorothy Ashby,
Funkadelic,
Pole,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stetsasonic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Cale,
The Cowsills,
New Order,
Tubeway Army,
Warsaw,
Mary Jane Girls,
X-101,
Mr. Review,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.